Feral Truths & Tangled Threads invites you into a space where fiercely honest personal narratives unfold alongside layered cultural and political reflections. These are stories that sit close to the skin — raw, sharp, and sometimes unresolved — tracing the messy edges of real life and the structures that shape it.
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Feral Truths & Tangled Threads: Library Level Truancy
Some people bunked school by leaving. I bunked by staying.
I’d slip out of whatever class I was meant to be in—usually maths or science—and just relocate. To the library. To the back room of the art department. Anywhere the roll wasn’t being taken. The trick was to look like you belonged. Walk with purpose. Carry a folder. If anyone asked, I was on a study period. If no one asked, even better.